Friday this week means a very, very long week is almost behind me. It’s been a good week. But a loooooong one. I’m very glad it’s a weekend at home.

I needed more of a pick-me-up than my coffee was giving me today, so I went by My Bookstore And More. Flawed is still hanging in there at number 3 on the bestseller list, even 10 days after release. That made me smile, which is more than I can say for my cup of Kona.

The house is still quiet, so I’m going to sneak in some work while no one is asking me to pour milk over their Frosted Flakes. I hope you find reason to celebrate today!

Today’s a big day. It’s almost the end of the month, it’s the first day of a mad spree of cleaning getting ready for the Princess’s 7th birthday party, and – oh yes – it’s The Day Before Release Day for Flawed!

And somehow I never posted an excerpt here to get you ready? It is time to fix that oversight.

Today – the relatively clean, not likely to offend opening excerpt. And tomorrow, you’ll get a taste of the really hot part that’s inside.

Leave a comment for a chance to win a free download of Flawed. Contest ends at midnight EST Tuesday, June 30th!

Flawed
Copyright © 2009 Ember Case

Flawed.

The word echoed in Emilia’s ears as she slipped unnoticed from the quiet hall outside the receiving room. Futile tears unexpectedly spilled from her eyes and she fled blindly down the palace halls. But she couldn’t outrun the venomous words she had overheard spilling from her stepmother’s lips.

“With no Stone of Power, she isn’t much use to her father here at court. That sliver of dead mineral on her forehead is every bit as useless as the time she wastes with the mages. King Vayle has agreed to send her away if the stone still has not awoken after her birthmoon has passed.” Satisfaction had been clearly evident in Gisa’s voice. Emilia had lingered in the hallway, unnoticed by the ladies gathered just inside the doorway.

“Where would the king send her?” The question came from one of the handful of women clustered around Gisa like so many vultures around a fresh carcass. Gossip was the currency of the court and word that the princess could soon effectively be banished was high coin indeed.

“Does it truly matter? To the deserts of the south likely. There are many clan lords that will gladly take a princess of the forest in handfast. Several of the clansmen we welcomed tonight have expressed an interest in such a union. Even with one so flawed.”

Her father’s consort had never hidden her distaste for Emilia. In the dozen years since Gisa had seduced her way into Vayle’s bed, she’d driven every wedge possible between the king and his daughter. What had begun as a somewhat-discreet power play had developed into a dislike for Emilia that her stepmother no longer tried to hide. Now her stepmother was openly reveling in the thought that soon, Emilia could be removed from the court for good. Gisa was not from Silverhaven herself, and could not claim the title of Queen to the Bright Elf people. But she hungered for every scrap of power she could claw from her marriage to the king.

Anger, humiliation and pain screamed in her heart for release. Her father was nearing the end of his mortal life. The man who had once carried her on his shoulders and taught her to love the forest he ruled had faded away to a shell of the striking figure he once had been. Even the Stone of Power that had once pulsed between his eyes had begun to dim. If Gisa succeeded in having Emilia removed from court, how long would it be before the king’s consort ruled the council, the palace fortress of Silverhaven, even the great forest of Silvertop, queen in all but name?

The noise of the court’s revelry was fading behind her as she rounded another twisting turn in the maze that formed the palace halls. With fumbling fingers, Emilia pushed open the next door she came to and slipped soundlessly into the shadow-filled room. Closing it behind her, she leaned her overheated face against the wood’s comforting coolness. Her escape may not have been elegant, but with any luck it had gone unnoticed. Taking a deep breath and holding it in, she listened for signs anyone had noticed her departure and followed her.

She heard nothing but the rapid pounding of her heart and the shallow breaths she forced into her burning lungs. The tears she refused to let fall were blinked away, and she swallowed against the bitter taste of defeat that lingered in their wake. Satisfied her escape from the court receiving line had not been seen, Emilia sagged against the door in relief.

Attempting to calm herself from the ugly scene she had fled, she rolled her flushed face against the coolness of the wood. First one side, then the other, before she let the warming surface press against the useless dark rock that rested in her forehead. There was a distant sensation of pressure where the stone met her flesh, an unwanted reminder of her most obvious shortcoming. The stone that should have been a source of great magical power was nothing more than a daily reminder that she was, indeed, as flawed as a princess could be.

A low moan from the room behind her jerked her from her thoughts. Spinning around to find the source, Emilia stared openmouthed in surprise at the scene before her.

Gods alive.

Firelight cast a dim light over a couple near the fireplace. A large male body reclined across the brocade cushions of a finely carved settee, one long leg propped against the back of the small sofa and one braced on the floor. His thighs were spread wide, giving her a clear view of the naked muscled chest that rose from a slender waist. A cream-colored shirt of the finest shadowsilk was unbuttoned across his skin, framing the sculpted muscles and smooth ebony skin in light.

His head was thrown back in abandoned pleasure, allowing shadows to flicker across the planes of his face. A rising flame threw him into light, and then his features were cast again into the shadows. Through the haze of shock she felt a stab of recognition. Rorek Northmark, Lord Magician of Darkknell, the visiting ambassador and blood cousin to King Torek of the Shadow Elf, was sprawled in lusty abandon as she had never seen him before.

On the floor by his side, a male Shadow Elf knelt in sensual service.

I’m over at Beyond the Veil today. Stop by to see how to enter my Flawed contest!

Hint – it’s easy. I wouldn’t make you work hard when it’s going to be 101 degrees outside today.

I’m blogging over at Beyond The Veil today. Mostly about flaws – and Flawed! – and there’s a not quite gratuitous shot of shot of David Beckham in Armani underwear if you want a peak of that to get you going.

And Tina Burns is blogging over at the Divas blog today. Good stuff – come check it out!

Took the kiddo’s to see Coraline last night. Future World Leader was bribed with candy and pizza. He also sat a row behind and to the right of us. It just isn’t Cool to go to the movies with mom and your little sister on a Friday night, even if you’re getting candy and pizza out of it. Princess loved it. She thought she might be a bit freaked out for about an hour after it was over (buttons are really, really creepy) but she made it through the night without nightmares. And she wants to go see it again – the theater we went to didn’t have it in 3D, and she really really wants to see it in 3D. So we may go again next weekend. I loved it. Great animation, fabulous story, awesomeness all the way around. And I’ve got such a fangirl crush on Neil Gaiman.

My coffee cup is empty. The treadmill is waiting. And Princess wants to play with Moon Sand. Since it’s “Clean the Kitchen” day today, it’s as good a day as any (and better than most) to get that mess out.

And hubby comes home tomorrow from his trip! Yay!!!!!

There aren’t enough days in the weekend. ~Rod Schmidt